Looking over the shoulder

wasn’t so long ago in past


With hoards of aspirations

and prospects spread vast


Near lifetime since elapsed

never took stock to assess 


All dished if in conjunction

or dealt out somewhat less


Known paths earlier chosen

how divergent turned about


Handful proved pleasurable

few could be done without


In unraveling the unknown

no responses ever emerged


Intent while stayed singular

but core objectivity diverged


◄ One of Those Days

Tribulation ►


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Harry O'Neill

Fri 11th Dec 2015 15:03

This terse style (which I call morse-code staccato sentencing style) is very understandable.

I keep getting the feeling that it could be adapted for some
sort of (urgent style?) modern poem.

Keep `em coming.

Payr No

Tue 8th Dec 2015 16:04

This is a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing!

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